Wednesday, 24 September 2014


She looked at the earth, thoughtfully, and felt sorry for her.
“Mother,” that’s what she called the earth, having never seen her own mother, “it seems you are greying faster than me. But you will never ever stop us from exploiting you. Why?”
She thought of the day ahead. She wanted it to end, the endless struggle. But could she stop her silly sons from exploiting her.
No, she thought, for she was just like her mother, the earth.  
“If I am like her then why should I regret? A mother never regrets.”
She smiled and thus began her day. 

Word count 100

This post is part of Friday  Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff

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